In twilight’s glow, faces gleam,
Morphing whispers, a digital dream.
Contours shift, echoes in flight,
Visages beacon, ethereal light.
Eyes hold galaxies, secrets spun,
Morphic whispers, reality undone.
Cheeks ripple softly, caught in air,
Existence reflected, unaware.
Lips murmur tales, realms unseen,
Flesh a canvas, infinite sheen.
Pixels dance, reality swirls,
Morph and meld, surrealist curls.
Digital breathes, pulse serene,
Morphic faces, truths unseen.
In echoes strange, transitions true,
Reality shifts, a dream anew.
2024
Domingo Pablo